The Mad Woman Went Really Mad Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

If sleeping dogs are allowed
Theirrest undisturbed
Maybe bites could be avoided
With rabies rare

Nature grants individual animals
With rights they cherish
And tenaciously defend

Wonder then how
Some are intent on riding others
Like a man his bike
Stepping on others
Like the elephant on shrubs
Feeding fat on others
Like the lion

The mad woman
Adorned in tattered attire
With unattractive weird paraphernalia;
The peer group little boys
Not too neat from excessive play
But sanely dressed
With no weird possessions
Near a primary school
Is poised for war

The bone of contention
A broken drum
She suffered to find
In a neglected ditch
Where the kids themselves
would not dare to step

Envious of her "prized" object
And eager to deprive her of it
They cursed and cursed her
Called her ugly names
To which she remained deaf

Greatly annoyed
With her unprovoked stand
They hurled objects at her
A king-hit landed squarely
And she really went mad

She cursed her own obscenely
And vulgar names she called
She hurled her own objects
Bigger than their own

They took flight
Hurriedly down their homes
But how really far
Can a cripple antelope run
Who tempered with a sleeping lion

She went after them
Naked, in revenge race
Plaster their backs with stones

They cried and wailed
Stumbled, fell and up
They dashed to the inner back of their homes

She stood in front naked
Equally lashed their parents
Not exhausted with the revenge
She visited their glass windows with stones
To leave a sweet souvenir to tell
A tale of a strange visitor that passed.

(Wednesday 15th December,1999,4.25 pm)